the top row of my bookshelf looks totally badass right now. that is to say, it's pleasing to my eye. here's how it's stacked up: the idiot, high fidelity, the house of god, a collection by auden, the stranger, kafka on the shore, the imitation of christ, paradise lost (bleh), my name is asher lev, the rivals sheridan, edith hamilton's mythology, for whom the bell tolls, wuthering heights, on liberty, haroun and the sea of stories, the notebook (oh dammit, that'll subtract a few manliness points), franny and zooey, and how to survive the end of the world as we know it. i also have a stack of books that i'm supposed to read (by when?) but i recently got a nook, and now the stack is slightly taller but will last me a lifetime.
so, currently i'm reading (i mean, i've started, with some general intention to finish in the next decade) on the road, the great book of amber, sputnik sweetheart, and persuasion. i probably will finish persuasion first, just because that's on the nook, and the novelty hasn't even begun to wear off.
